A younger Lutragon has set up a fancy cart by the road. He sells trinkets from many regions of the realm, ranging from knives to cups and little knick-knacks. he wears a coat that covers most of his neck (think Inumaki, JJK) and on his back rests a black stained Bō.
They can hear the sound of very heavy footsteps as someone approaches their little cart. They can see a shadow over them, before the person comes into view, it appears to be a Goliath woman, an athletic build, her eyes have stony grey pupils that match her skin, a soft smile. She wears an elegant dress that doesn’t exactly match her appearance. She leans down, her voice just as soft as anyone would expect, soothing and kind, deeply Southern “Well hello there sweetheart, what business do you have here, if you don’t mind my askin’.” She is wearing a soft black dress, modest with a small pouch to the side.
*I am kinda at a cross roads here. Originally, Felix had healed William and reversed the wendigo curse on him but I still want him to be slightly still that hungry cannibal. For now, he is a Shifter that has the Longtooth option but I might model that more so that it's lingering affects from the wendigo curse.*
Zephyr has entered the tavern, stumbling over to a seat at the bar. He smells heavy of weed.
Jax is training, lifting weights in the gym
A younger Lutragon has set up a fancy cart by the road. He sells trinkets from many regions of the realm, ranging from knives to cups and little knick-knacks. he wears a coat that covers most of his neck (think Inumaki, JJK) and on his back rests a black stained Bō.
*Is ANYBODY interested in being gay with me?*
*I swear, I do not know what is bringing about these homosexual tendencies.*
*I would but William is Aromantic/Asexual and doesn't really like people. A good handful of my characters are Gay. Uhhhhhh how'd you feel about a Polish Juggernaut who served in the Demon's Blood Wars *
Zephyr has entered the tavern, stumbling over to a seat at the bar. He smells heavy of weed.
Jax is training, lifting weights in the gym
A younger Lutragon has set up a fancy cart by the road. He sells trinkets from many regions of the realm, ranging from knives to cups and little knick-knacks. he wears a coat that covers most of his neck (think Inumaki, JJK) and on his back rests a black stained Bō.
*Is ANYBODY interested in being gay with me?*
*I swear, I do not know what is bringing about these homosexual tendencies.*
*I am very sorry, but my only gays who are suitable are James or Damian, and Damian is permanently off of the table. Sorry.*
Zephyr has entered the tavern, stumbling over to a seat at the bar. He smells heavy of weed.
Jax is training, lifting weights in the gym
A younger Lutragon has set up a fancy cart by the road. He sells trinkets from many regions of the realm, ranging from knives to cups and little knick-knacks. he wears a coat that covers most of his neck (think Inumaki, JJK) and on his back rests a black stained Bō.
*Is ANYBODY interested in being gay with me?*
*I swear, I do not know what is bringing about these homosexual tendencies.*
*I would but William is Aromantic/Asexual and doesn't really like people. A good handful of my characters are Gay. Uhhhhhh how'd you feel about a Polish Juggernaut who served in the Demon's Blood Wars *
*odd choice, but i'll take it*
A man, dressed in thick military-esque fatigues walks into the tavern. He is tall, around 6'3, with his body built like a brick wall. His face is covered with a cloth that is covered on all sides. Eyeholes have been cut from the cloth, a pair of black orbs staring out. He carries a huge blade shaped like a cleaver. He is quite quiet, his movements silent, as he walks to the bar.
He hears deep breathing to his left. If he turns to look, it's a titanic being that looks like Felix if he were 13 feet tall, was built like an ogre, had black sclera around his spiral eyes, and was armed with far, far too many teeth in his hungry, drooling mouth. The giant takes a light step onto the man, crushing his ribcage and causing him to scream before a massive fork is plunged into his skull. The monster grins. "William. How nice to see you again." It puts its weight on the man, splattering red over the nearby trees.
William bristles a bit, taking a small step back "Hello. I am afraid you have stepped on the pig I needed." He says, his tone cold.
"Oh, of course that's what you're worried about." It pulls out the fork and takes a couple of steps toward William. "Invincible, unstoppable William. He doesn't need friends. He just needs people to take advantage of. Little people, worthless people, little more than tools, meals, lumps of meat for an insatiable appetite." Its breath steams.
A younger Lutragon has set up a fancy cart by the road. He sells trinkets from many regions of the realm, ranging from knives to cups and little knick-knacks. he wears a coat that covers most of his neck (think Inumaki, JJK) and on his back rests a black stained Bō.
They can hear the sound of very heavy footsteps as someone approaches their little cart. They can see a shadow over them, before the person comes into view, it appears to be a Goliath woman, an athletic build, her eyes have stony grey pupils that match her skin, a soft smile. She wears an elegant dress that doesn’t exactly match her appearance. She leans down, her voice just as soft as anyone would expect, soothing and kind, deeply Southern “Well hello there sweetheart, what business do you have here, if you don’t mind my askin’.” She is wearing a soft black dress, modest with a small pouch to the side.
*I just wanted to be gay...*
He bows to her, paws at his sides. "Hello, Ma'am. I am selling trinkets I pick up on my travels. I buy trinkets from the towns I visit, selling the ones from the previous places to the future ones."
*Very sorry about that, I don’t have many gays unfortunately, do have some lesbians though. Sorry once more.*
She returns the gesture with a curtsy, bemused “Do you mind if I were to take a little bit of a look at what you have?” Despite her appearance every fiber of their being would be telling them they need to get away from this woman immediately.
*Sure. I was thinking of introducing the Polish Juggernaut and the Cleric/Monk. You want those two or would you like someone else?*
*sure*
A man, dressed in thick military-esque fatigues walks into the tavern. He is tall, around 6'3, with his body built like a brick wall. His face is covered with a cloth that is covered on all sides. Eyeholes have been cut from the cloth, a pair of black orbs staring out. He carries a huge blade shaped like a cleaver. He is quite quiet, his movements silent, as he walks to the bar.
A man, who appears to be around 30-50, is sitting at a table in the corner of the tavern. He is holding a book in hand, reading over it's very old pages. He has short black hair that is turning slightly grey. He wears dark brown robes that are stylized for easy movement.
They can hear the sound of very heavy footsteps as someone approaches their little cart. They can see a shadow over them, before the person comes into view, it appears to be a Goliath woman, an athletic build, her eyes have stony grey pupils that match her skin, a soft smile. She wears an elegant dress that doesn’t exactly match her appearance. She leans down, her voice just as soft as anyone would expect, soothing and kind, deeply Southern “Well hello there sweetheart, what business do you have here, if you don’t mind my askin’.” She is wearing a soft black dress, modest with a small pouch to the side.
*I think you mean… I AM HERE!!!*
*Trust me, he is, but it definitely adds to the charm.*
*I am kinda at a cross roads here. Originally, Felix had healed William and reversed the wendigo curse on him but I still want him to be slightly still that hungry cannibal. For now, he is a Shifter that has the Longtooth option but I might model that more so that it's lingering affects from the wendigo curse.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I would but William is Aromantic/Asexual and doesn't really like people. A good handful of my characters are Gay. Uhhhhhh how'd you feel about a Polish Juggernaut who served in the Demon's Blood Wars *
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*i know but i’m not telling*
Riotan is eating live eels at the bar.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I am very sorry, but my only gays who are suitable are James or Damian, and Damian is permanently off of the table. Sorry.*
*hey lawrence wanna rp*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sure. I was thinking of introducing the Polish Juggernaut and the Cleric/Monk. You want those two or would you like someone else?*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*sure*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A man, dressed in thick military-esque fatigues walks into the tavern. He is tall, around 6'3, with his body built like a brick wall. His face is covered with a cloth that is covered on all sides. Eyeholes have been cut from the cloth, a pair of black orbs staring out. He carries a huge blade shaped like a cleaver. He is quite quiet, his movements silent, as he walks to the bar.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Oh, of course that's what you're worried about." It pulls out the fork and takes a couple of steps toward William. "Invincible, unstoppable William. He doesn't need friends. He just needs people to take advantage of. Little people, worthless people, little more than tools, meals, lumps of meat for an insatiable appetite." Its breath steams.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Very sorry about that, I don’t have many gays unfortunately, do have some lesbians though. Sorry once more.*
She returns the gesture with a curtsy, bemused “Do you mind if I were to take a little bit of a look at what you have?” Despite her appearance every fiber of their being would be telling them they need to get away from this woman immediately.
A man, dressed in thick military-esque fatigues walks into the tavern. He is tall, around 6'3, with his body built like a brick wall. His face is covered with a cloth that is covered on all sides. Eyeholes have been cut from the cloth, a pair of black orbs staring out. He carries a huge blade shaped like a cleaver. He is quite quiet, his movements silent, as he walks to the bar.
A man, who appears to be around 30-50, is sitting at a table in the corner of the tavern. He is holding a book in hand, reading over it's very old pages. He has short black hair that is turning slightly grey. He wears dark brown robes that are stylized for easy movement.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Rio looks over with distaste. “You know that stuff’ll kill you, don’t you?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.